Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(85)

He took a step toward her, moved nearer to the bed, still stretching and pressing. He stopped and closed his eyes, concentrating on nothing but the sensation and need of his own touch. “If I freed you would you fall on your knees before me, thighs spread wide, begging for my cock, begging for me to fill you, to allow you to pleasure me?”

He opened his eyes and stared down at her. “I see all that you want, all that you desire, and it is my choice what release I will grant you, what release I will grant myself, but that does not mean that you do not have choice. It was your choice to come here. It was your choice to take off your clothing and lay down upon my bed. It was your choice not to run when my hand slapped upon your ass, when you felt the burn of punishment and knew the fires that blazed in your secret core. It was your choice when you closed your lips about me. And it was your choice when I buried my face between your legs and ate your greedy cunny until you screamed your pleasure. And finally, it was your choice to let me stretch and tie you to the bed for my own pleasure. You cannot say that I have not given you choices.”

Her eyes widened and he saw her gulp.

He lifted the candle in its wide holder from the table and held it over her, letting the light fall upon her, a perfect play of glow and shadow. “But now it is my turn, my choice for what I want. You can still say no and leave, but that is the only choice remaining. If you stay, you give yourself to me, you trust me with all of you.”



Another gulp, but no words came to her lips.

Trust. Once again it was all about trust.

He gave her a moment, preparing for her denial, even as he prayed that she would stay.

Her eyes held his for another moment and then dropped back to his cock. She opened her mouth and licked her lips, the invitation clear.

He smiled. She still thought she had some control, some say in what would happen between them. It was time she learned. He would listen to her and even argue with her during the day, but here, here at night, in bed, his was the only say that mattered.

He would care for her, push her beyond her boundaries, give her what she needed, bring her more pleasure than she could imagine, but it would be at his pace, at his will.

He stepped a little closer, watched her eyes follow. Again, he stroked slowly and with care, forcing himself to a pace far below that which he wished. He watched her focus follow his movement, her entire being caught in that one movement. He inched even nearer, until the tip of his cock was only an inch from her calling lips. He stopped there, still caressing and stroking, squeezing, holding. His gaze focused on that mouth, those swollen, eager lips.

He felt the seep at the tip of his prick, felt the need grow and grow within him, knew the need for release, pictured himself burrowing between her lips, digging deep, pressing hard. He almost groaned at the pull of the image.

God, that was what he wanted, what he needed.

He held back. Her tongue snuck out, reaching. She wanted that taste, wanted him.



He stroked harder, felt more cum leak from the tip.

This time he did groan. The sound caused a tremor to run down Bliss’s body.

He moved his eyes away from her mouth, focused on the flicker of the candle, on the melted wax pooling below the flame. The light filled his eyes, tiny dancing sparks that symbolized the burn within. Tilting the holder he watched the wax drip and fall to the wide base, forming a hot puddle. He waited, counted. Fifteen seconds. Twenty. Thirty.

He pulled upon his cock once more, stretching the skin tight over the rock-hard flesh, and then he turned. He lifted the candle high and let four perfect drops of wax fall upon Bliss’s belly, a perfect line reaching from navel to breast.





Chapter Twenty-three


That stung. It burned. Oh, it stung. Bliss fought for breath as the unexpected heat dropped down upon her. She closed her eyes as a loud moan rose in her throat, but she held it back. The burn cooled, the wax—for it had taken her only a moment to understand what was happening—cooled and hardened.

And then another drop hit, just at the base of her breast.

She bit down hard.

It hurt and yet…The pain was not nearly as bad as she had first thought. The first second was bad, but after that it was not bad.

She could do this.

Opening her eyes, she focused on Stephan. His gaze remained settled on her, measuring her response, seeking to understand every small flicker of reaction. She swallowed and focused on her body, on the multitude of feelings running through her. It did burn, there was no denying that, and yet in no way did she feel scalded or injured.

It was merely heat, heat such as she had never experienced. And there was pleasure in it. It took her a moment to realize that, to understand it. The intensity of the sensation was so great that it blocked out understanding. When the wax hit her skin all thought left her, all that remained was heat, heat that licked through her, filling her, leaving her mind blank. And in the echo of the heat came pleasure, flickers of delight as sensitive skin met cool air, as her whole body arched for Stephan and trails of desire moved from drop to drop and then deeper into her, toward her core.



“You are still thinking too much. It is time to let the thoughts fade away,” Stephan said, his voice tender and yet commanding.

Four more drops of wax, almost a steady stream, traced up her breast almost to the tip.

She breathed deep, puffing out the air as the burn took over. She was not thinking now.